last sunday i enjoyed a backroad bike ride. the sun was shining, and my thermometer read 63 degrees. i pulled out my bike shorts, shirt & dragged my bike out of the basement. my bike & i took to the roads, peddling up and up and up out of town. all with my phone blasting music out of my back shirt pocket. i was greeted by both funny looks & shared smiles as i peddled dirt roads with franti singing. i soaked in each moment- the painful climbs, the zippy flats, and the wild downhills. seeing as we've had many frosts by now, there were no bugs in the air so i could smile as i wide as i pleased on my way down the hill. it felt like flying.